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Thin reedy voice that echos dully under a mask that may or may not actually be his face,
Remembers what it was like to be something else, something that lived in the sun long ago.
He exhales white smoke. He has many names. His body is like the matter
between stars, elastic. Pitch-gold, sliver-white, ultrablack.
Shroud, like the Autumn Oracle, was once an angel.

Shroud was the first Magmell character to make an appearance in my head and
talk to me. He has a special place in my heart, though he's quite anti-social.